Tu island of St. Paul is merely a great rock in the Southern Ocean, It is the top of a volcanic mountain. There are no means of -sustaining life to be found on it. The nearest habited land is Australia or Africa. To that ugly and desolate refuge came a boat containing nine persons—two of then women, They had food—on short allowance, for perhaps a week. In less than three days they were half insane from anxiety Water, water, water everywhere, but no help. On the fifth day, at dawn, a brig have to off the island. They saw her. Shouting, praying, weeping, they stumbled to the beach, and Wererescued. It was one chance ina hundred. {TM tell you why some other Bat, alas isn't-it xs bad or even worse on land Look at the physical wrecks in homes, in hospitals, and answer me. One perishes of privation from 'A-thousand ish of privation the midst bf plenty. It J. isn't food they long for, but' power to wse it—worst and deadliest of all wants.
"My food seemed to give me no strength," says one of this army.of wnfortuvates, "and as the hopeless. starving days passed by grew weaker and weaker. By-my legs trembled and bent under me, and could no longer get about.
"The alment which reduced me to this fearful condition began in the spring of 1892. At first I hardly recognised it for what we commonly call disease: I felt tired, heavy, and languid, as one often does on the approach of warm weather. I fancied it would pass away, but it did not. Ilost my appetite, and only ate from habit and to keep me going. Thad no pleasure in it, and no warmth or low followed it, as happens always when one ly well. No matter how light and simple the repast was, or how careful had been to select things that would not be apt to hurt me, the result was the same No sooner had I swallowed it than my stomach was distressed, und my chest and sides fall of pain. If you will allow me so to put it, my food appear do strike back at ins as though Thad no right to use it.
"There was a nasty bitter fav-ur in my mouth. more or less headache, and a kind of Herveusness, which was new in my experience, as it was depressing and cheerless.
Home remedies failing to help me, I consulted a doctor, but his prescriptions benefited _me no more than our domestic ines had done. My flesh and strength grew less, and I felt like one who his missed his way and looks in vain for a guide to the road home.
nully I commenced attending the Leamington Hospital and continued to do for twelve months, bat the treatment they gave m= had no better effect than all the rest. You can hardly understand how weary got of taking drags. I turned almost with loathing from every new dose—nob because of the taste, but because they deceived my hopes; they were of no use to this state I was, when in March, 1894, a friend urged me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. On account of the very reasons I have mentioned, I hated to experiment wit any more medicines. But I overcome' this sion (most fortunately for me) and got a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup from Mr. Judd, the chemist, in Leamington, and after taking it I felt a marked and great improvement. I had no pain after eating and my. food felt right, digested, ant gave.me strength, And-as I grew stronger my nerves ceased to trouble me, I canonly say that by the continued use of tie Syrup I-got better daily and was soon as vigorous and well as ever. [have hal no relapse, and have every reagan to think my cure a permanent one. You are welcome to publish my letter. (Signed) (Miss) Lucy Elen, Tachhrools, near Leamington, Se, cember 26th, 1895."
We hope Mist Eden's recovery may indeed prove permanent, and iit dos she will.fivd no words too strong when she speaks of the remedy which wrought ie. Butch, the vast multitude who stil! stand like the, ship-|.; wrecked people on the i island. looking for rescue!—victims of - vat most. obdarai common and baneful of diseases, chronic cly: pepsis. It is for their sakes. Miss Ed sindly writes her statement, anit: for their sakes we prior it, May it teach many of them.
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